Scarus. On our side like the token'd pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,—
2075Whom leprosy o'ertake!—i' the midst o' the fight,
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,
The breese upon her, like a cow in June,
Hoists sails and flies.
2080

Domitius Enobarus. That I beheld:
Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not
Endure a further view.

Scarus. She once being loof'd,
The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
2085Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doting mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
I never saw an action of such shame;
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate so itself.
2090

Canidius. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath,
And sinks most lamentably. Had our general
Been what he knew himself, it had gone well:
2095O, he has given example for our flight,
Most grossly, by his own!